letra de harden - 23 rackz
[intro]
(aye [?], you made this?)
[chorus]
in the whip with my stick [?]
see my vic’ on my gl!ck i’ma hit on my target
try to diss he a b-tch i ain’t with all the arguing
was dissin’ my dip .23 like i’m harden
me and my youngings we ready to step
if a n-gga want smoke then i’m dropping off steph
you could say we on defense that’s full-court press
try to spin up-top then your ass get left
and your b-tch wan’ eat d-ck lil’ rackz got his racks up
i’m the type that go spin your bin then go f-ck saks up
and if you think i’m the l!ck make him back up
take your b-tch give her d-ck then i might give her back bro
we them young n-ggas riding with sticks in them black trucks
hit a l!ck we between bag his ass in the back cut
real lifе he a b-tch on the ‘gram that boy act tough
i’ll f-ck up a block then go f-ck mе a track up
[verse]
they can think that i’m not but i’m toting my sticks and them n-ggas be cap they don’t be on [?]
watch how rackz hit their block send some shots then he dip
when lil’ rackz out the car sending shots they be knicked
smoking opps with the crumble [?] wax [?]
thought ’bout checking my chain take a shot from the stick
i get tough for a ho you get whacked for a b-tch
h-lla holes in his body got whacked with a switch
he get hit with this .40 his body gon’ shatter
catch a vic’ he get nailed when i whip out this hammer
and [?] off the jammers
i got so many shots think i’m toting a camera
and that n-gga he thought he was slime he got bagged up
blue beam on the ten-milly run you get tagged up
he try to beef with lil’ rackz need to go get his bag up
with the feds ’cause he caught a body and he ain’t mask up
stick on me i keep a pole
catch this [?] on me i send some shots then i roll
plug got the package [?] trap with the load
young n-gga stay with the sticks and them racks they be swole
and i just wanna know why the opp n-ggas capping on instagram
might pop out the cut with that sh-t like the slender man
get out the box i’ma pay him a vist man
i don’t cap when i really spin blocks like a ceiling fan
[chorus]
in the whip with my stick [?]
see my vic’ on my gl!ck i’ma hit on my target
try to diss he a b-tch i ain’t with all the arguing
was dissin’ my dip .23 like i’m harden
me and my youngings we ready to step
if a n-gga want smoke then i’m dropping off steph
you could say we on defense that’s full-court press
try to spin up-top then your ass get left
and your b-tch wan’ eat d-ck lil’ rackz got his racks up
i’m the type that go spin your bin then go f-ck saks up
and if you think i’m the l!ck make him back up
take your b-tch give her d-ck then i might give her back bro
we them young n-ggas riding with sticks in them black trucks
hit a l!ck we between bag his ass in the back cut
real life he a b-tch on the ‘gram that boy act tough
i’ll f-ck up a block then go f-ck me a track up
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